The parent's host had no doubt that the girls would be well broken into by the time they got back. They most certainly would! Two pretty girls, 14 and...12, with three Africans who knew there would be no recriminations! I can imagine their arriving at a suitable remote campsite. Tired, exhausted, and suffering a bit of jet lag but also excited.Away from their parents, with easy going Africans, eager for all that was new. Barbara, the youngest, is the most tired. Sitting around a campfire drinking. I tried to explain to Todd about a woman having less of a sex drive after having a baby and that it would get better but he had already heard it.“Mom, this started before the baby came. It was even before she got pregnant. We had been trying so hard for a couple of years and then in the course of a month we went from constantly to once or twice a month. I tried to talk to her about it but she didn’t want to talk about it. She just said things would get better. And now it’s been a few months and. . Something?" As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest, trailing down to my belt.I was no fool. Nor, was I a pushover. It was going to take more than a little flirting for me to cave. Plus, I walked the halls. I'd heard plenty about Stephanie Robinson. If she was half the slut the other girls made her out to be, this could be a helluva way to start the summer."Stephanie, if I allow you extra credit, it will be unfair to the other students." Something . . .?" she repeated. He kept moving onto my body, burying his hard cock even deeper with each stroke.Finally he decided to take the blindfold off from my eyes and then I saw the bastard was fucking me at my own home; on my own marital bed.Worst of all, when I turned my head back, I saw who was shagging me so hard: he was Jarred, our gardener; a mid-thirties black guy that had mown our back yard during some years…As I recognized him, he smiled at me and told me he knew someday he would enjoy my lovely little tight.